“Aye, father. ’Twas a grand funeral, an’ he died with them wonderful verses on his lips.”
“Did he so!” exclaimed Silvan. “Well, the man had need to, drinkin’ as he did.”
“But, lad, there’s been others, too.”
“Aye, dearie, I heard Megan shoutin’ them for my entertainment. I’m not deaf. But, mam,” he continued, the merriment leaving his eyes, “ye’re ambitious for me? Aye?”
“Aye, lad, I am,” she whispered, looking away from Silvan, “I am, lad, for ye have been so long the cleverest man in Rhyd Ddu, an’ the handsomest an’ the kindest, an’ nothin’s too fine for ye. There’s no woman ever had a better man nor I have, lad.”
“These girls——”
Nance put up her hand.
“Lad, lad, I cannot stand it, I cannot.”
“Och, dearie, I’m just teasin’ ye; come here.”